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May 2014
The chalk that you used,
The crumpled paper you aimed at the bin,
That smile on the fifteenth of February
Walking in your footsteps to the bus
That blue pen of mine that you touched
Those breath-taking outfits on you
Every day, every shirt of your's I remember
Your presence is my pleasure,
That joy, I can't measure
Your sight is oxygen to me
My love, you are my treasure.
amrutha
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amrutha  25/F/Building galaxies within
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